Devon Eidolon of the Range

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." —Sylvia Plath—

Have you lost the faith in glory? Maybe you haven’t killed all your gods, maybe your existence still stops at the end of your mortality. I can’t remember if there was a time where I was alive, my history is closer to death than the little instant that life is. So meaningless to the eternity of murder and disgrace that have been my existence, I’m more like the emptiness in the void of the inert. But what could you know, right?

Are you still up to keep this conversation? Do you know you are in front of your destiny? Are you ready to deal with the fatality of the afterlife or are you dumb enough to think that you can take me down as the mortal you are?

You little mortals are a real riddle for me, none of you are willing to die, but when you decide to face me, still have the guts and the vanity to believe there’s a day beyond it.

Well I kind of like that, it’s kind of naive, but I guess if I were a mortal like you, with the thirst of blood I have, I’m sure blinding the existence of the immortals would be my wet dream every single night. So nice to meet you, I’m Devon Eidolon of the range, the ghost that will take you to the grave. Can’t wait to see if you can put that blade of yours in my non-existent hearth, welcome to your destiny, to your dawn, let the blood flow.

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